No Rabbits in the Hours Before Dawn
Suddenly the whole world narrowed; wheat fields and green forests dropped off the edge leaving the straight grey road halved by white lines. Ahead an unreachable horizon, no hills and no rabbits in the hours before dawn. My world became a clouded midday of stolen shadows, trees stripped of their leaves by Winter’s return offered their branches to ravens so they could sit mocking with their rusty-hinge calls. With that phone call I heard you might die. We all will die, of course, but we are not ready. We have not seen enough rabbits in the hours before dawn.
Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.